Which of us has not desired to make Saira Viola’s pussy scream? Since we can’t compete with the dead, we can only seek to understand what it was he was doing right. Was it the purple? The snake in his hips? Was it the kitchy koo, whatever that is? Did it only take him 30 seconds to come? And where is he now? We want to hear from him. Does he still carry his gong? And why is it that we feel sexy in the mouth?

While you praise Saira’s poem, your opening line is ungallant and offensive. It’s not the kind of comment we want on IT so I’d ask you to retract it or rewrite. Saira’s work should illicit strong reactions but personal comments should not come into it. I hope this comment appeals to the gent in you.